Parents who let their 12 year old daughters wear shirts that say "tell your boyfriend I said thank you."

People who park in front of driveways.

People whose car dashboards are cluttered with stuffed animals.

People who leave their dogs outside to bark at the moon the entire night.

Two words: lawn gnomes.

The holidays are coming, folks. Don't even attempt to put up that giant Warner Brothers nativity scene or make your house look like a scale model of the Norhtern Lights. I'm armed with a camera and a website. I will not hesitate to cyber-shame you.

i was perfectly willing to quietly observe the posts on your political opinions, your personal revelations and even your taste in music, but when you have to pick on whimsical cultural icons, well, it's time to for me to speak up.

unfortunately, i'm still too verklempt about the near-tragedy suffered by my own dear beer-mug brandishing garden gnome this week to go on.

i was perfectly willing to quietly observe the posts on your political opinions, your personal revelations and even your taste in music, but when you have to pick on whimsical cultural icons, well, it's time to for me to speak up.

unfortunately, i'm still too verklempt about the near-tragedy suffered by my own dear beer-mug brandishing garden gnome this week to go on.

what would be totally killer would be to get a picture of lawn gnomes in white socks and sandals hanging xmas lights on the gaudiest of displays all night as their dogs bark alternately at them and at the stuffed animals cluttering the dashboards of their cars.